Woke up here this morning my dream’s message, still quite clear
Not all full of worry, in denial’s hopeless fear
Melody still in my head of word’s so soft and kind
Our end of lives in comfort, safe with peace of mind

The dream had special meaning of the beauty of this life
And the need to represent it as with marching drum and fife
Let me tell the story of waking from this dream
Singing “you’re all going to die”, in crescendo to a scream

I was….

Sitting in a restaurant, the evening crisp and cool,
Gentleman all laughing, at the bar no empty stool
Ladies all so lovely, faces bright and flush
Their picking at their salads, sipping on their blush

I overhear the comments, and preparation’s planned
To spend the lifetime gathering, more valuables and land
It suddenly tears into me, like hot iron through my brain
Is assuming that there’s time enough, all we can attain

Please don’t turn your head down, and quickly look away
You’re all going to die, someday…

Living in each moment, like it’s precious, pure and dear
Don’t be caught in prisons, made of- denial’s fear
Live your every minute, like its precious, dear, and pure
Hoping for the future, and what may be in store

Please don’t turn your head down, and quickly look away
You’re all going to die, someday…

© Caring Choices  2017